A big chore…

I’ve decided to get a second job, and to hell with my ex if she wants to bitch about me not being around enough. I’ve got responsibilities to take care of, and that includes my son’s financial future. He needs money saved up for college, and a father that can give him the financial security he needs while he’s a kid. If she can’t live with that, then she can suffocate on her over-large ass. When she’s bearing any of the financial responsibility for herself or her kids, then I’ll worry about listening to her sorry butt.

I went around yesterday evening picking up job applications near my home. I’m hoping that the convenience store close to me won’t mind that my availability isn’t great, and will hook me up with something. It’s close enough that I could walk home after work, if I really need to. My next two choices would be the video store, or Radio Shack, simply because they’d be cake jobs.